"She's gone out fishing with her brother," Rose replied, "and they intend to be out all day."
"Oh, well, I only asked for fun," Gwen said quickly. "She's pleasant, and I like her, but she can't keep still a minute, and that makes me tired."
"Why, Gwen Harcourt, neither do you," said Rose, laughing.
"Me?" said Gwen. "Well, who wants to keep still? I didn't say I wanted to. I said it made me tired to watch her, because she,—because she doesn't keep still. That's different!"
A shout made them turn to look down the beach.
A boy, using his hands as a speaking tube, stood looking toward them, and calling loudly, "Gwen! Gwen!"
"Oh, that's Max Deland," said Gwen. "I'll go and see why he's calling me."
Without saying "Good-bye," she turned, and raced down the beach, and Polly and Rose and Sprite stood watching her flying figure.
On, on she ran until at last, they saw that she had reached the boy who had shouted to her.
Then Princess Polly spoke: